Susan #106 - Renovation Help (Patreon)

This is why me and GP uploaded the Michelle story earlier last week, it was because she would make a return to Susan's life helping out with the renovation! Things were also a bit slower due to my birthday and the fact that I'm so so close to finishing all of the scenes! Not story yet, but renders. All 10 (was 12) of them.

I miiight have developed a habit of working far ahead...

Auc Vault / Drive Folder

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February 3, 2018 - (5 days after #105, 33 weeks into Susan's pregnancy)

Susan flipped the switch for the light as she waddled into the living room of their new house. It was the second area of the house to be renovated, as it was going to serve as the nursery while construction was finishing on the children’s bedrooms. Nathan’s parents had insisted that the rest of the house was going to be ready by the time she gave birth, but Susan had her doubts and was glad that they didn’t need to rely on everything aligning perfectly. The rest of the family was also coming over to help setup, but needed to pick up materials at the hardware store first.

“Sheesh. This is nice.” Michelle whistled as she lugged a large box into the nursery from the garage.

Despite the doctor suggesting that Susan try to be more active. Everyone seemed to insist that she try to take things easy. Which meant no lifting heavy items, and no driving. It was the second one that Susan was convinced was actually going to be what induced labor though. Michelle had only recently gotten her learner’s permit and had a habit of accelerating too fast, hitting the brake too hard, and taking corners at the absolute last second.

After putting the large box down with a huff, Michelle immediately darted across the room, jumping into a large beanbag in the corner of the room. She landed on her back with a wide grin. “I can’t wait to see the rest of the house. This place is awesome.”

Susan wasn’t sure how to approach Michelle, compared to the last time they had met in person where she had been so dour; She was almost constantly bouncing off the walls with energy and seemingly on a mission to give everyone around her a heart attack with her antics. Her short cropped hair remained, now with highlights of bright green, matching her eyes. But the biggest change by far were her breasts, or rather  lack of them. Eight months ago Michelle had rivaled Susan for the title of bustiest woman at her own wedding; Now here she was flopped on a giant bean bag - her breasts handfuls at most - a lack of a bra uncomfortably noticeable to Susan. Bare mid-rift, ripped jeans, and converse completing her tomboyish look.

Michelle rolled off the beanbag and short jogged over to Susan. “Do you want me to get you a chair or maybe help you into the bean bag?” She hadn’t stopped asking to help Susan since she had arrived for the weekend; Her eyes going wide when she first saw Susan, shouting a long string of expletives regarding Susan’s size.

Susan rolled her eyes, smiling. “I think I can handle this.” She said, waddling over to the large box where she pulled out some metal wall art with children’s characters from various video games on them. She continued past the cribs where she peeled the back of the double sided tape and sticked them to the wall.  Michelle did the same on each section of wall between the cribs.

Susan went back to the box and after some rummaging around found the LED strips they were going to tack along the perimeter of the room to give some soft colored lighting during the night. She fairly quickly ran into an issue though. As she tried to crouch down to stick the strips along the trim of baseboards she started to huff, the weight of her belly and breasts tipping over her shaking legs. Her back felt fine, but she was completely off-balance, and had to to put a hand to the wall to stop from toppling over.

“Whoa there!” Michelle shouted from the other side of the room, running over to grab Susan’s free hand and help the excessively pregnant woman back to her feet.

Susan turned, leaning back against the way as she caught her breath. “Whew... okay, that may be a bit more than I can handle....”

“Really now. I never would have guessed.” Michelle smirked. “Here, let me do that for you.”

Susan handed her the led strip, “Thanks.” pointing to where it went.

“Just take it easy. You’re not as small as you used to be. And you weren’t small to begin with.” Michelle said with a giggle as she started putting the LEDs down.

Susan chuckled “Yeah I guess not. I just don’t want to give up, to say that I can’t move any more. Even if my entire body says otherwise.”

“Mmm... Yeah I get that.” Michelle said “That’s how I felt before too. We ended up going completely different directions from there though. I swear your breasts are even bigger than they were during your wedding - even without your massive belly lifting them up.”

Susan blushed at Michelle’s forwardness. “T-That’s because they are.”

Michelle turned to her sharply her eyes wide. “Seriously?!”

Susan nodded. “Yeah, thanks to all the hormones from the pregnancy they’re growing again.”

Michelle whistled. “Daaamn. I joked that I would have eventually outgrown you... but maybe not.”

“Are you still....” Susan started but felt too uncomfortable to finish her line of thought as Michelle went back to work.

“Nah. They told me that I might.... you know? Since I was still growing when I had the reduction right? But that if I didn’t, that I likely never would again.” Michelle said, immediately making Susan feel even more uncomfortable. “But they haven’t grown a bit since, and honestly I’m perfectly fine with that. If they got any bigger than this, I’d probably just chop them off again anyways.” she chuckled.

Michelle turned to Susan, a grin on her face. “You are starting to look like a fucking whale though.”

“I... I think I’m going to go get something to drink.” Susan stammered, her face flushing a deep red. Susan waddled over to the kitchen pouring a glass of water and as she watched the water fill the glass. The words hurt. She really did feel like a whale though, and with a month left to go that feeling was only going to get worse. Despite her size, Susan was content with how much she was growing. It was difficult at times, and would only get more challenging, but she was excited to see where the future would take her. She took a deep breath, letting her embarrassment subside. Susan waddled back into the room where Michelle had gotten about halfway around the perimeter.

Before Susan could talk, Michelle looked up and spoke to her “I... I think I said something wrong just now, I meant it as a joke, but I don’t think I said it like that. I’m glad that you are so happy with yourself and like I said at your wedding. I think it really suits you.”

“Thanks... That really means a lot.” Susan’s face turned red once again. But this time one filled with warmth.